Three birds swan in the sunset,

As the sun climbs down the sky.

Three birds swam in the sunset,

And the howl of the wind will cry.

The three birds lay out their wings,

To soar right high up there.

The three birds lay out their wings,

And breathed in the fresh night air.

So the birds carried on their journey to fly around the world,

But that night I saw them and they'll be back I'm sure.